Come, fain for booty let us seek to Indra: yet more shall he increase his care
that guides us.
the Indestructible endow us with perfect knowledge of this wealth, of cattle?
I fly to him invisible Wealth-giver as flies the falcon to his cherished eyrie,
fairest hymns of praise adoring Indra, whom those who laud him must invoke in
Mid all his host, he bindeth on the quiver he driveth cattle from what foe he
up great store of riches, Indra. be thou no trafficker with us, most mighty.
Thou slewest with thy bolt the wealthy Dasyu, alone, yet going with thy
the floor of heaven in all directions, the ancient riteless ones fled to
Fighting with pious worshippers, the riteless turned and fled, Indra! with
fierce Lord of the Bay Steeds, the Stayer, blewest from earth and heaven and
sky the godless.
They met in fight the army of the blameless. then the Navagvas put forth all
They, like emasculates
with men contending, fled, conscious, by steep paths from Indra, scattered.
Whether they weep or laugh, thou hast o'erthrown them, O Indra, on the sky's
thou hast burned from heaven, and welcomed the prayer of him who pours the
juice and lauds thee.
Adorned with their array of gold and jewels, they o'er the earth a covering
they hastened, they o'ercame not Indra: their spies he compassed with the Sun
As thou enjoyest heaven and earth, O Indra, on every side surrounded with thy
with priests bast blown away the Dasyu, and those who worship not with those
They who pervaded earth's extremest limit subdued not with their charms the
Bull, made his ally the thunder, and with its light milked cows from out the
The waters flowed according to their nature; he raid the navigable streams
with his spirit concentrated, smote him for ever with his strongest weapon.
Indra broke through Ilibisa's strong castles, and Suspa with his horn he cut to
Maghavan, for all his might and swiftness, slewest thy fighting foeman with thy
Fierce on his enemies fell Indra's weapon: with. his sharp bull he rent their
forts in pieces.
He with his
thunderbolt dealt blows on Vrtra; and conquered, executing all his purpose.
Indra, thou helpest Kutsa whom thou lovedst, and guardedst brave Dagadyu when
The dust of
trampling horses rose to heaven, and Svitri's son stood up again for conquest.
Svitra's mild steer, O Maghavan thou helpest in combat for the land, mid
they there before the task was ended: thou wast the master of the foemen's